Reconstruction: A short story by Sarah Jessup
I felt the sting of the words like an ant bite on a warm summer’s day. It was subtle but the longer it sat the worse the sting felt. “Besides,…
A Glass can only spill what it contains
I felt the sting of the words like an ant bite on a warm summer’s day. It was subtle but the longer it sat the worse the sting felt. “Besides,…
The past couple of months I’ve been working with my friend Jordy on a new Podcast project called Southern Discomfort and after quite a lot of work we have our…
A letter to crackers, from a cracker. That’s right. I started this post with a pejorative word for white people in hopes that it would get your attention and that…
White Privilege – many deny it’s existence, unaware that the leg up they’ve received in their own lives simply because they’ve been born with the right skintone – yet in…